I call you every morning
And we chat for a short while
But then you start questioning
Turning down my smile
And you ask me if I'll ever
Have some good news to tell
And I gently tell you "I don't know"
But inside, I want to yell
First I was the black sheep
And then took long to marry
And now I just ain't good enough
Till a little one I carry
It's G-d who makes decisions
And Gran, what can I do?
Will there ever be a time
When I'm good enough for you?
The title's sorta self explanatory, ain't it? This is the place where the things I dream are sent to cyberspace for all to examine, dissect, and return with comments.
7 comments:
ouch.
Grandparents mean well, but well sometimes just say things that make us uncomfortable.
First it's when will you get married, then when will you have a kid, and then when you have a lot of kids they comment that you have too many.
I'm so sorry. That must hurt you so much. A person's worth should not and cannot be measured by things that aren't in their control.
First of all, you're amazing for calling your grandmother every morning. Second of all, I'm sorry she expresses her feelings, instead of just asking your mother all the time (like my grandmother would do). Third of all, you're even more amazing for STILL calling her every morning, despite her friendly little questions.
LB - yup
HS - yup
:)
SIS - I started when my parents went to Israel for a week (my mom stops by her apartment almost every day). i called to check up on her.
She got used to my phone calls, so now i call on the way to work, so it's simpler... I don't usually call when i'm the one driving, though.
Oh man, I know what you're talking about! And I'm with SIS, it's amazing that you keep calling... as wrong as it is, I tend to avoid people who do that to me... I guess I shouldn't put myself through too much of a guilt trip though; I just can't handle it!
Don't they understand how badly we want to be the ones giving them nachas? And can't they just get nachas from who we are, as we are now?
But not think that they dont daven, they sit there with their tehillim on their lap and it is those grandchildren that they are close to, that they feel that they can say anything to...that they also shed tears for.
Sigh...must be really rough. :(
I am not looking forward to going home for Pesach, because everyone is going to be pestering me about when I'm going to find a nice boy to marry already, what's taking me so long? And as much as I love my younger sister, I'm almost glad she won't be around with her cute little baby. (Does that make me a bad sister? :-/)
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